" Is this the last one? "
The scene shows a hall covered in fresh blood from its floor to wall until the ceiling, needless to say, everywhere. Tons of bodies are lying lifeless on the ground and each has one similar trait displayed, disconnected from the head.
Hashiras, Tanjiro, Nezu and Nezuko watch as limbs gradually turn to ash. None with a happy smile, in fact the entire atmosphere feels like a funeral. Gloomy and solemn.
" I believe it is "
Everything's back under control although the process is not a feast for the eyes. Giyuu and his peers examine the battlefield, wary in each movement whilst never missing a corner unseen, their investigation is interrupted by a ringing tune of the black-haired male's phone.
" Tomioka, I advise you and the rest return to the stadium this instant "
A stern and rigorous voice speaks from the other side by a man he knows pictured a complete contrast of the tone. It doesn't take seconds for Giyuu to guess they have another issue waiting.
" On our way "
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[YOUR P.O.V]
Anxiety keeps dominating my mind, as adrenaline is still burning my nerves and my legs are leading me to 1-A's seat area. I can't stop the scene of my previous match from playing endlessly in a loop, it is torturing to remember.
" Deep breath " I told myself.
Allowing the air to come into my lungs and exhaled slowly. No rush. I let oxygen wash off the worries and malaise till I'm ready to turn the corner where my destination is.
With the remaining courage I have, my feet bring me to their presences. I carefully lift up my gaze for a glimpse of them, hoping to see no reactions of the past but to my dismay I wish I should've just sat silently.
" (Y/N)-chan " Midoriya.
My name sounds heavy on his tongue, as if it is a curse forbidden to say. I can't stand those unreadable faces, one emotion displayed after another, makes me sick to once again see it.
Sweat starts forming on my skin, my heart beats faster whilst the cold rapidly engulfs me in its hold. I panic at my fading vision as terror rises inside me.
(Y/N).
No, this isn't the time.
[NO ONE'S P.O.V]
Her classmates watch as she begins trembling, from huge reluctance they eventually grow concern. One by one the students prudently approach the Ice Hashira. Their purpose is simply to help, however, each of them still can't ignore the fact of how capricious she can be.
" (L/N), are you alright? "
That comes out more suspicious than intended, although the Class-rep tries not to make her feel like a threat. The tension is thick between them, none dare to speak after Iida until one person abruptly joins the scene.
" Well, well. Looks like Ms. Hero is here "
Surprised by the voice, (Y/N) swiftly looks up to its source and sees a blue-eyed blonde standing arms folded not far next to her.
His expression is clearly not friendly, she can tell. But as for the reason, no, she has no clue.
" What? "
The boy shoots her a glare indicating odium to her obliviousness.
" Don't give me that look as if you haven't tried to kill off my classmate " He spats.
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Some Things Never Change (BNHA X READER X KNY)
Fanfiction" Where......Where are we? " Whispered the Ice Hashira. " I don't know " The sound of cars driving mixed with chatters, musics and everything foreign to their minds tighten the grips on their katanas. As if their lives depend on it. the sound of te...
